"But they'd ha' to be set forrard again," he grunted.
"Ay, I'm bothered wi' that," the elder admitted, "—wi'out t' Missis herself——"
"Aw!... Think ye?..."
They knocked for two more cups of tea.
"And we've been swearing to ten o'clock."
"So ye think there wor summat?"
"I cannot think t' lad wor telling 'em lies," said the alder-buyer.
This time they both peered reflectively at the auction announcement on the wall, smoking and spitting as they peered.